Fountain of Youth
I remember the year that I started to lose faith in systems. I was four or five years old and always teased. I was fat, but wasn’t afraid of wearing belly shirts. My hair was always a mess, never becoming of a lady. My name was Ladybird regardless. I was always daydreaming about being anywhere, but where my body was at fake attention. This one particular week was hard, a child in adult business.…



















